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All roads that lead to God are good; / What matters it, your faith, or mine; / Both centre at the goal divine / Of love's eternal Brotherhood.
The kindly life in house or street; / The life of prayer, and mystic rite; / The student's search for truth and light; / These paths at one great junction meet.
Before the oldest book was writ, / Full many a prehistoric soul / Arrived at this unchanging goal, / Through changeless love, that led to it.
What matters that one found his Christ / In rising sun, or burning fire; / If faith within him did not tire, / His longing for the truth sufficed.
Before our ‘Christian' hell was brought / To edify a modern world, / Full many a hate-filled soul was hurled / In lakes of fire by its own thought.
A thousand creeds have come and gone; / But what is that to you or me? / Creeds are but branches of a tree, / The root of love lives on and on.
Though branch by branch proves withered wood, / The root is warm with precious wine; / Then keep your faith, and leave me mine; / _All_ roads that lead to God are good.